Malone and Moncrief arrived and were put straight into bed...
Improvisations varied from accosting the crowd while watching a french film, to Malone being sick on herself at Thorpe park.
There were confrontations...
Anxieties...
And an episode of coffee shakes.
In these weeks of making this work we dream constantly of being lost.
“We’re off the route… we’re off the route…”
I sn't that the definition of liveness in performance?
Where safe passage back to the everyday is no longer assured.
Tim Etchells.
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